Pain in my chest caused from all the stress.
I can’t stand life, I think I need to rest.
Take a break from all of this damn mess.
Take some meds from my fucking cabinet.
Pop them off n light up a cigarette.
No more pain now in my fucking chest.
No more terrors up now in my head.
No more tears coming down from the ducts.
Not even like anyone ever gave a fuck.
I know I am never ever good enough and my life is proving to be too much.
This shits getting even fucking worse.
Bad luck, yeah I’m a fucking curse.
Good fuck, yeah but she’s the fucking worst.
Im not even the one who said it first.
Pain in my chest came back and it hurts.
Satans looking at me with a fucking smirk.
Demons lurking around me with every turn.
Evil comes and surrounds me, I never learn.
I take drugs just to numb it all.
I fuck around and mix pills with alcohol.
I do it on the daily because maybe I’ll be free from society and no one will ever, ever, hurt me.
I write in my journal underneath an old oak tree all alone.
Waiting and waiting hoping she would be there but now she’s gone.
What’s so wrong with me?
Is it that hard to believe that I have these demons in me controlling my drug take and ability.
Telling me that I am ugly.
Telling me that I need to rest in peace.
Telling me that she’s wants me but she has to leave for him and not me!
Im a fuck up, what’s so hard to believe.
I am stuck up, and it’s killing me
I blow benzos n drive diagonally.
But it’s catching up yeah, it’s catching up to me.
Might make it past 25 but you know I’m fucking up so many times so may not last.
It’s so painful and it’ll never pass.
It’s so crucial, it’ll give you a heart attack.
The lies contain a major roll.
The drugs try to keep me a lil stable.
But I just need more angels. (Yeah)
I need more angels. (Please)
Life can get fucked up with one wrong angle and I will always be tangled, fucking strangled by the devil in a chokehold and he won’t let go.
One shot to the brain now I’m dead.
One pop of a pill, I’ll do instead.
For the thrills, maybe I won’t wake up yet.
Pain back in my fucking chest.
God damnit will you give it a rest!
Maybe you should fucking die instead.
I’m sorry but that’s my demons commanding my every step.
They want me dead except for one who wants me to thrive.
But I ain’t making past 25.
So I’ll say my farewells, I’ll say my goodbyes and tell everyone to always stay high.
Goodbye.
DieSad
